Is it Love or Lust? [Student/Teacher] BIG CHANGE/REWRITING IS COMING SOON!

27 - Memories, Betrayal, and KCN

First off I would like to apologize for the long wait.

I then want to apologize for the length of this chapter (Litterally 3.5K words), but as per request of a reader I went back and read everything to basically summarize what has happened thus far. It made me realize a crucial part that I had missed, so now I have written a small part in this chapter that will be bigger in later chapters... if that makes sense.

I hope you like it! I would really love to see your opinions on this chapter, you know to let me know if it's good or not.

Chapter 27

                My apartment was black as I walked through the threshold. After closing and locking the door I turned the light on to continue working on the board. I tossed my bag and jacket onto the kitchen counter as I walked to the cabinet to get a glass of tap water. Three days have passed since I called Chris. He was on my mind most of the time even when I was working on my father. I still have no clue as to who is behind all of this.

Rachel and Jake called me back, finally. Turns out they were busy together. Just thinking about how Rachel described it, made shivers of disgust go down my spine. Why did she feel the need to go into detail about Jake like that? I keep Chris to myself and she should keep Jake, especially like that, to herself. I felt myself sigh again as I the aches in my body made their way to the forefront of my mind.

Annie’s was swamped tonight, my feet ached, my back hurt and swallowing the ice cold water felt amazing against my hot irritated throat. Setting the glass down, I braced my hands against the counter and twisted my back to pop it. After hearing the cracking sound and feeling the relief I sighed. I chugged the remaining water, the sensation of the cold water down my throat was like a Holy Grail of a pool in a hundred and twelve degree desert.

“I see you have a new obsession.” Fear flooded through me as I heard the voice. Spinning around, I found the source. Chris was spread out on my bed. As my fear deflated, anger rose like a tidal wave. Picking up the candles on the table, I threw them at him.

                “How dare you, you sneaky son of a cockroach!” Each candle I threw actually hit him causing numerous ouches to emerge from him. “You scared the shit out of me!” I felt like beating the shit out of him. He got up from my bed, moving towards me. I waited for him to get to me before hitting him over and over. He grabbed both my wrists to stop me from hitting his chest again.

                “You know hitting isn’t nice at all.”

                “Go to hell.” I pulled away from him freeing my wrists. “Why are you here, no, how did you find me?”

                “Funny thing about disposable phones, they’re untraceable to a specific location, but can be located using cell towers and this town is right between two towers.” How in the hell am I supposed to know that? No one knows that.  

“What?”

“Yeah, the phone isn’t a smart phone so it doesn’t have the SIM card that lets GPS find the exact location.”

“So basically I’d need a burner phone and throw it away after a phone call.”

“That would do it.” I let out a groan of frustration before making my way over to my bed while taking my shoes off. I also took off my work shirt revealing a white tank top. I was exhausted; there were too many couples with their bratty kids in tonight. I had multiple new stains on my shirt that I was just too tired to take care of tonight. Flopping down on my bed, I sighed. I could fall asleep right now. It wasn’t until I felt him unzip my work pants that I realized that Chris was here.